Flying Solo Julie And The Phantoms นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"We’re going to a place where we can be whoever we want to be. A place where you can run in the park and we don't have to worry about the 'Ghost' or the big buildings." As the plane took off and the city of Crestview grew small beneath them, Elara rested her head on Julian’s shoulder. The last five years had been a long, hard road. There had been lies, pain, and a lot of lonely nights. There were moments when she thought she would never feel safe again, and moments when she hated the very memory of the man sitting next to her. But as the clouds covered the ground below, those years felt like a different life.

“If it prevents a diplomatic incident with your extended family, I’ll survive.” “You say that now.” “I always say what I mean.” The plane shifted slightly as it passed through a patch of turbulence. Elena gripped the armrest instinctively. Julian noticed the movement immediately. “Afraid of flying?” “No,” she said quickly. But her fingers stayed tense. He reached across the table, placing his hand over hers. Not gripping. Just resting there. The warmth of his skin steadied her breathing almost instantly. “You know,” he said quietly, “statistically speaking, private jets are far safer than commercial aircraft.”

“But it’s raining pretty hard. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Now, go back to sleep. Okay?” “All right, Mama,” Julia agreed. “Be careful.” “I will, sweetheart. See you in a bit. I love you,” her mother replied. Before Julia could respond, her mother ended the call, and she found herself forced back into utter aloneness, the storm still shaking her house and her soul. “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Julia assured herself aloud. “It’s just a storm. There’s no tornadoes, or my mom would have said. And there’s no witches… or ghosts… or vampires.”

The words were a promise, a vow whispered against her skin, a declaration that resonated deep within her soul. Selena closed her eyes, letting the quiet hum of the plane and the steady warmth of Julian’s presence wrap around her, a comforting embrace. Paris awaited, a city of dreams and possibilities, a new chapter unfolding before her. And the best part, the most breathtaking, heart-stopping part? She wasn’t going alone. She was going with him, her anchor, her protector, the man who had turned her dreams into a tangible reality.

Julia's safety was paramount. Julia deftly pocketed her phone, assessing her surroundings. Six individuals stood menacingly, their lecherous gazes threatening to engulf her. Not far off, Naomi reveled in malevolent glee. Recording the impending disaster, she sought to plunge Julia into a pit of despair. "Tell them to proceed," Julia instructed the driver, an unwavering calm masking her nerves. Naomi's grin widened as the homeless crew moved in, their intentions dark and malicious. Yet Julia's eyes betrayed no fear, no vulnerability.

No response. "JULIAN!"

that had shown up right before the real disasters years ago—before the assassination attempt, before the plane crash, before everything went to hell. Ever since Julian’s father and brother died in that plane crash, he’d had a fear of flying—not the plane itself, but the feeling of losing the people he loved. And he hid it well. On flights he relied on medication and sheer willpower just to look normal. This time, the timing of the “accidents” was off—clustered right before this trip with Violet. Craig and Jay privately suspected the message wasn’t aimed only at Julian anymore. It was a warning: Watch your wife.

Watching me squirm. “You’re quiet, Nate.” “I’m tired,” I lie. “Bullshit. You’re spiraling.” I say nothing. And he knows it. Then he moves the phone. Casually. The angle shifts. Julian comes into frame. Naked. Behind a woman bound at the hips, face down against a mirrored floor. Her ass is raw. Rope cuts into her skin. He’s fisting her. To the wrist. And laughing like it’s a game. The woman is screaming.

From my peripheral vision, I watch Huine making her way towards our dock. She nods my way and settles down. ‘I have always dreamt of flying across continent. It feels like a dream come true. General never took me out. I always begged him. Guess, we still have niceties we could enjoy and cherish.’ Julie gushes over, gaping at the clouds and the crystal clear water underneath. ‘General?’ Huine questions, wiggling a questioning eyebrow at the poor impersonation of my grooming staff.

Julius said, “even if they are governments. I think those are the most dangerous because they have the power to do whatever they want. If we can find him, I’ll accept the help of this Richmond guy to protect him.” Julianne opened her eyes and saw her brother trying to sleep in the seat to her right. She had tried to get some sleep too, but only succeeded for a few minutes. To her left, and next to the window, Marianne seemed to have overcome her initial fear of flying, and was looking through it all around her, attentive. On the other side, in the next row of seats, David and Karen were sitting together holding hands. Karen’s eyes were fixed on the roof of the cabin, as did David, but it was